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CLAMANTIS The MALS Journal CHIEF EDITORS Haley Johnston Maisea Bailey Kasey Storey Jiarui Sun WEB MANAGER Kevin Warstadt COVER ART Ken Davis ASSISTANT EDITORS Feruza “Fifi” Azimova Gizem Gencel Analisa Goodmann Stephen P. Hull Margaux E. Novak Sydney Paluch Khang Vu James Washington, Jr Matt Zachowski FACULTY ADVISER Anna Minardi Clamantis is a bi-annual publication for the Master of Arts in Liberal Studies program at Dartmouth College. We showcase the strongest creative and critical work submitted by current MALS students as well as MALS alumni. We believe that by selecting and integrating work from all four of the program’s concentrations, we will promote intellectual engagement, fruitful questioning, and honest discourse within the realm of liberal studies. If you have questions, comments, or are interested in writing a feature, please e-mail [email protected]. 2 CONTENTS LETTER FROM THE EDITORS 6 LITERALLY / KEN DAVIS 9 Nonfiction PEPPERIDGE TREE / THEA CALITRI-MARTIN 13 Poetry RELATIVITY/ KEVIN ANDERSON 15 Poetry THREE GENERATIONS OF SOUTHERN FOOD AND CULTURE / MARGAUX NOVAK 17 Oral History 1999 / BEN VONDERHEIDE 29 Poetry WYOMING: A STATE IN FANTASY / KASEY STOREY 31 Cultural Studies SIERRA VIEW / KEVIN ANDERSON 45 Nonfiction THE ROLE OF NEW MEDIA IN THE RADICALIZATION OF DIASPORIC YOUTH / MORGAN HAMILTON 51 Cultural Studies THE WALL / JENNIFER CORMACK 69 Poetry 3 SILENCE REIGNS / AMIRA HAMOUDA 73 Nonfiction THE MOE POLITICS IN YEAR, HARE, AFFAIR / JIAURI SUN 79 Cultural Studies LES POMMES ET LES POIRES / JENNIFER CORMACK 94 Poetry A DOG’S LIFE / MATT ZACHOWSKI 97 Nonfiction UNTITLED 3 / KEVIN WARSTADT 105 Poetry EXCERPT FROM FOREST OF THE DEAD / KEVIN WARSTADT 106 Fiction HOW TO READ THE BLACK ATLANTIC / BRIAN KLARMAN 111 Cultural Studies CHRISTMAS GIFT / BEN VONDERHEIDE 123 Poetry BIOS 124 m 4 5 Clamantis: The MALS Journal Dear Reader, WHETHER this is the first time that you have opened up a copy of Cla- mantis, or the first time you have opened this issue in particular, we would like to thank you for participating in what we see as the broadest-reaching element of the MALS community. Perhaps you are reading this on a computer screen, since this issue will be simultaneously published in print and online on BePress along with past issues and former versions. We are excited by the innovations that are being made to our process with the passing of each term, and we hope that more of you, our readers, will get involved! The most obvious way to participate in the MALS Journal process is through submitting. The Journal accepts submissions from current MALS students and alumni, so it is never too late to contribute. Within these pages you will see a collection of works from every MALS concentration, ranging in genre from fiction to academic essay, poetry to oral history. We proudly feature photogra- phy and other visual artwork that is submitted by our students and alumni as well. As always, we have been fortunate enough to receive a wide variety of fantastic submissions for this issue. Though the selection process is difficult, it is always inspiring to see the diverse results that our MALS courses yield. If anything, that is the goal of the MALS Journal: to showcase the breadth and depth of thought that our program fosters. The submissions always touch upon a broad array of themes, but every year the Editorial team notices common threads that weave their way across genres. Many of the submissions this year were reflective, specifically processing feel- ings and images of home and family. This theme clearly emphasizes the need 6 Letter from the Editors for a sense of place that we all seek at certain points in our lives. We hope that through your participation in Clamantis as a writer, editor, or even reader, that you can feel a sense of belonging in our MALS community. We certainly seek to create a positive space where ideas can be shared and discussed for the betterment of everyone involved. Of course, none of this would have been possible without the support of our new and returning Assistant Editors. Their dedication to the selection and re- vision processes was invaluable. We were very impressed by the willingness of our first term MALS students to step forward and take on some responsibility with the Journal even though most of them had not been in the program long enough to have anything to submit. We look forward to future collaborations between editors at all phases of their MALS career. In addition to the wonderful Editing Staff, we would like to thank our ev- er-present support network. Without the tireless efforts of Kevin Warstadt and Barbara DeFelice, the Journal’s online presence would have never made such progress. The unwavering support of Wole Ojurongbe and Dr. Donald Pease in the MALS office continues to motivate us. We are also eternally grate- ful to our faculty advisor, Anna Minardi, whose guidance keeps us on track from start to finish every term. Even our lovely covers are designed by mem- bers of the MALS community—the cover of this issue was created by long- time Clamantis cover designer Ken Davis. With that, we are pleased to present the Fall/Winter 2017 Issue of Clamantis: The MALS Journal. 7 8 Ken Davis LITERALLY Ken Davis I work as a copywriter for a nonprofit organization. You would think that someone who works with words for a living would appreciate them. But for a long time, I neglected to do that. I guess I dealt with them for so long, they lost their significance. Then one day I noticed them again and they blazed with life. I owe this to my daughter. My daughter is a fit, bright girl of thirteen, blond, a lover of cats and running. She also has autism. Autism comprises a broad spectrum of brain disorders. These disorders affect social skills, communication, and information processing, among other things. One of the many ways my daughter makes life interesting is that she takes words literally. If I ask her what she is doing, she will answer that she is talking to me, since that’s what she is doing at that moment. If I ask her if she knows the time, she will look at her watch and say yes. She won’t tell me what time it is, because that’s not what I asked. It took time, but I have come to love this sort of thing. And her preciseness has been a great gift to me as a writer. Words are objects that fill our lives with both meaning and misunderstanding. They have a nuanced, muddled ambiguity and complexity. I appreciate them now more than ever because I share my life with an autistic person. I’ve learned a lot from my daughter’s relationship with words. I especially love her writings. Her sentences are simple and direct and her words are un- pretentious. She doesn’t care about impressing readers. She only cares about communicating with clarity. Her tools are plain speech, active voice, and taut, 9 Nonfiction concise lines. I find it very refreshing. Even scholars, scientists, and presidents should be able to share complex ideas with focus and lucidity. Lately I’ve been reading the work of a scholar named Ferdinand de Saussure. Saussure was an early 20th-century Swiss linguist. He was also a literary theo- rist, in the structuralist school. Saussure said there was no inherent connection between a word and what it represents. (Onomatopoeias may be a notable exception.) The meaning we give to a word is subjective, and that meaning is preserved by convention only. Says the fair Juliet: “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” This is a no-brainer, of course. A fork is a fork because we call it a fork. Cog- nitive scientist Steven Pinker calls this a trick, “a memorized arbitrary pairing between a sound and a meaning.” We could call a fork a spoon and it wouldn’t change what the object is or what we tend to use it for. But Saussure also believed words are relational; i.e., they can’t be understood in isolation from other words. Now this is an inspired idea. Think of a beach. Can a beach be a beach without an ocean? If you remove the ocean, do you still have the beach? Or is the beach now a desert? This line of thought is probably too abstract—too nonliteral—for my little girl. But the point is, it exhilarates me, and I owe that to her. I never cared about this sort of thing until she came into this world, pensive and curious like a cat. Now I love to study words and language. Without my daughter, I wouldn’t be doing this, one of the many ways my world would be smaller and less rich. My daughter also taught me that a literal use of language can still be poetic. One day when she was a toddler, we took her for a walk in her stroller. It was a warm and breezy summer day. The sky was clear. She was a bewitching little sprite of a person, laughing and kicking her feet. She talked to the birds, like 10 Ken Davis St. Francis. Then at some point, she pointed to a blazing blue horizon and a sugar maple swaying in the wind. She said: “Tree dancing with the sky?” Wordsworth couldn’t have said it any better. It was tender and accurate and sublime. To this day, it’s my favorite line of verse.

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